'They are a school to win The fair French daughter to learn English in; And, graced with her song, To make the language sweet upon her tongue.' BEN JONSON, Underwoods. As, to the pipe, with rhythmic feet In windings of some old-world dance, The smiling couples cross and meet, Join hands, and then in line advance, So, to these fair old tunes of France, Through all their maze of to and fro, The light-heeled numbers laughing go, Retreat, return, and ere they flee, One moment pause in panting row, And seem to say -- Vos plaudite! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWELVE ARTICLES by JONATHAN SWIFT LEGENDARY LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON JOB 14. JOB'S ENTREATY by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE INTO THE SALIENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SEA LAVENDER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN CHRISTMAS EVE by ROBERT BROWNING SONG OF THE COLONISTS DEPARTING FOR NEW ZEALAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL |